I've been up for 12 minutes.

I am not a morning person. I like to sit and enjoy my coffee, read the news, and ease myself into the day. I never was a fan of routines, but this morning ritual stuck with me. But I guess I can't even have that, or any semblance of peace or normalcy, as I am forced to bound down the street in my pajamas because no one can handle my grandmother's psychotic rages with the exception of myself. So the news today can be whatever bullshit spews out of her mouth and we can both sit and shoot daggers at each other and resent each other's presence.